Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.